the transmascvoicesproject has been the only blog I have wanted to get banned BEFORE people were talking about it a bunch. I was like "hmm, someone copying the transfem voices project, I don't know how to feel about that." and then to "Why are they all fucking Reddit posts? I'm blocking them, all of them feel like fake posts about a serious thing, or even worse, stolen survivor stories."
They shouldn't even be called just transvoicesproject, they should be called the "I Have Something Against Transfems And Want To Use TME People Who Have Been Victims Of A TMA Person As My Excuse" Project
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Fandom: Dr. STONE (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Sex
Relationships: Asagiri Gen/Ishigami Senkuu, Chrome/Ruri (Dr. STONE), Minor or Background Canon Relationship(s)
Characters: Ishigami Senkuu, Asagiri Gen, Magma (Dr. STONE), Ooki Taiju, Shishiou Tsukasa, Akatsuki Hyouga, Nanami Ryuusui, Francois (Dr. STONE)
Additional Tags: Getting Together, Teenage Drama, Rotating POV, POV Multiple, Alternate Universe, Soft Asagiri Gen, Ishigami Senkuu is a Good Friend, Developing Relationship, Demisexual Ishigami Senkuu, Ace spec characters, Politics, Stone Wars Arc (Dr. STONE), Wound Care, Autistic Ishigami Senkuu, autistic overstimulation
Series: Part 4 of Gen Again
Summary: It isn't always easy to come together. Tsukasa's Empire and Senku's Kingdom clash before unifying. Gen and Senku work through their misconceptions about each other.
This chapter:
Senku's POV: Senku and Gen and both upset, but they lean on each other and finally have sex.
This is not a Top!Gen / Bottom!Senku style situation. Like the rest of the narrative, this is a plot point that interacts with the rest of what is going on. If anything, switch is the endgame, if that matters to you as a reader. If you want to skip the sex for whatever reason, search for the phrase "until suddenly everything stopped" when the scene in the tower starts. The bath is just canoodling.
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This is truly an awful situation and I am horrified that we have gone so far backwards in today’s society. But remember that no matter what, we have been here for millennia and we will not be erased by some bigoted man in the White House.
You are strong, you are loved. Be safe and keep fighting.
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Read along as I continue to skirt the line between imagination and insanity! Other parts here.
Faded
“Hey, Rex?” I asked, not looking away from my screen. I was neck-deep in finals, and I couldn’t risk taking my attention off of what I was doing.
Rex didn’t answer me.
“Rex?” I repeated, a bit louder this time. Surely, he was around there somewhere. My voice carried pretty well, so it was never much of a problem to call someone in from another part of the house.
When he still didn’t answer, my stomach tightened a bit. I kept working on my paper, but my mind was drifting further off topic. When was the last time I had seen Rex? When was the last time I had heard him? Or any of the troopers? I wanted to say it had been that day, but I couldn’t swear to it.
“Okay, deep breath,” I told myself. Talking aloud always helped calm me down, even if it did make me sound a little crazy. Then again, I was already interacting with groups of invisible clone troopers, so there we were.
The best way to handle it was to think logically, in the same steps I used every time. When was the last time I had actively watched The Clone Wars? It had been at least two weeks, maybe three with how crazy school had gotten at the end of the semester.
All right, but when was the last time I read a Clone Wars fic? Probably even longer, I realized, the knot in my stomach tightening even further. All of my reading had been centered around school stuff, or the occasional foray into other fandoms. I hadn’t read a Clone Wars fic in well over a month at this point.
Finally, I closed the laptop, pouring all of my energy into studying the room and listening as intently as I could manage. “Rex? If you can hear me, can you come this way?”
There. A shimmering shape strode in my direction. As I concentrated, I started to be able to see Rex’s armored figure, all the way up to his concerned eyes.
“What’s happening?” he asked, voice low and urgent.
“I lost you there for a moment,” I admitted, feeling a stab of guilt.
“I’ve been here all day and you haven’t even looked at me,” Rex told me, voice so quiet I could barely hear him. “It’s like you could hear me, either.”
“I couldn’t.” I frowned. Focusing on the conversation was beginning to be more of a challenge.
“Why not?”
At this point, it was more like reading lips than hearing a voice, but I answered anyway. “If I don’t take in enough content - watch episodes or read fics - I start to lose you guys. If I have you on my mind, I can always see and hear you. Most times, I don’t even have to try. But if I stop… I can lose the connection.”
By the end of the explanation, Rex had faded completely and I ridiculously had to swallow past a throat that had gone tight. I could get them back, I knew that much from when similar things had happened in the past, but it could be a while before they reappeared. And, if I took too long, the characters always ended up losing their memories of me. I didn’t have it in me to start over with the troopers, not with all of the connections I had formed.
The one thing that always brought them back to clear, crisp reality was the trailer for The Clone Wars Season 7. It had yet to fail. Several short minutes later, Rex was back, frowning fiercely.
“Why did you never mention that could happen?” he asked, clearly displeased.
I shook my head. “You guys have been around so long… I just- I haven’t had a connection last this long and this easily before. I thought maybe… maybe you all could exist independently and I would still have the connection.”
Rex sat beside me on my bed, looking thoughtful. “So this has happened before?”
“I told you guys: you aren’t the first group I’ve connected with before.”
“How often do you get groups like us?”
“LIke you? Never. I told you that I don’t form connections like this very often,” I reminded him. “But every so often, I’ll get someone new. I don’t always pick who it is- actually, I never get to pick who it is. They just show up and do their thing and I do mine. If we end up talking, cool. If not, we just exist in the same space for a little while.”
“Why does it happen with some, but not others? Or all?” Rex asked, and I was suddenly reminded that his logical, military mind was trained to take in and dissect information.
“I’m not sure, but I’m very glad it doesn't happen with all characters,” I said fervently. “Sometimes, people just show up and I see and hear them for a little while. Most times, they fade. A handful have stuck around for a while, but never as long as the troopers. They all end up leaving, though.”
“Do you miss the ones who left?” Rex’s question was so soft I almost didn’t hear it, but I didn’t think it was due to a problem with my connection, just the intense subject matter.
“I miss everyone who leaves,” I told him honestly. “I don’t know what I’ll do when you all move on, but when you need to go, you should go.”
Rex hesitated for a moment, but reached down and patted my knee. The weight of his hand was noticeably less than normal, but still somewhat solid. “Well, why don’t you ‘take in some content’ and we won’t worry about us leaving until it happens?”
I smiled lopsidedly at him, still feeling a bit flat at the idea of losing the troopers. “That sounds like a good plan.”
